How do you pack up a memory
You can't put it in a sack
Those sweet times shared
You can't send them back
Still through the dark
They refuse not to glow
I’m having to face it
Those bygones won't go
How does a heart go on breaking
After its broke
There’s no joy in mine now
Only night like a cloak
I wish I was the wind
With somewhere to blow
I’m having to face it
I can’t find a place where
Those bygones won't go
I sang the songs of the poet
That describe the way the way I feel
But they were only make believe
This ones all too real
How does go on breaking
I don’t know
I’m having to face it
Those bygones won’t go
Those bygones won’t go
Those bygones won’t go
Those bygones won’t go